08 May, 1944

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 578 % Postmaster, N.Y.

England

8 May, 1944

My dearest sweetheart –

Well, another day and I feel a little better than I did yesterday. You may or may not have received my V-mail I wrote yesterday. If not I’ll explain again that Charlie is no longer with us. Darling – it was a tough thing and even more difficult to write about. I can’t tell you exactly what was wrong – but some of Freud’s theories were certainly involved. I’ve known about it for about 18 months, and a few others also – but it was one of those things that you don’t like to bring up, and nothing was done about it. But since our arrival in England – matters became worse and worse and things finally came to a head this week-end. You’re probably very surprised at all this, dear, because I never mentioned it before – but I saw no point in bringing it up before.

Well – enough of that. We’ve got a requisition in for another man to take his place. I hope we get someone nice. Yesterday evening I cleaned my room and stayed in it all night. I just didn’t feel like going downstairs – although they were putting on a movie. But everything’s O.K. today, darling.

I re-read you letter about your trip to Salem – this morning. I’m glad you went along and met Barbara and Mrs. T. You can’t really imagine how swell they were to me, in the early days of my practice, particularly. They were both so darned helpful and helped chase away many a lonesome spell I had. Just thinking about Salem, sweetheart, makes my mouth water. It was so stimulating to start a practice alone, dear – imagine what fun we’ll have together. Oh – there’ll be worries and problems no doubt. You know – there’s no fun for a doctor – sitting around waiting for someone to call him and you never know how long the wait can be. But somehow I can’t seem to let that worry me one bit – and with you around me all the time – it will be easy to wait.

I can’t understand, sweetheart, what Mrs. Tucker meant when she said I liked the ladies and liked to have lots of them around. I think more likely than not she was trying to tease you. I did have a good many women patients, but honey – that wasn’t my fault, was it? As long as I could help them – I didn’t care who my patients were. Anyway – it will be so wonderful to have you as a wife – to tell you about things that come up during a day. I never had anyone like that and the fact is I missed it. Gosh I get so nostalgic when I start writing like that – I’d better stop – but not before I remind you again that it’s you and only you that I love, darling. Always remember that! When I get home, dear, you won’t have to be reminded – you’ll know!

That’s all for now, dear. Love to the folks and darling, you have

All my love –

Greg

* TIDBIT *

about the Countdown to D-Day

On 8 May General Eisenhower set D-Day for Y plus 4, or 5 June. The plans were made (though changes would be introduced up to the last minute), the troops were trained, the preparatory softening up of the enemy was well under way. What remained was to get the men on ships and give the order to go. The vastly complicated process of organizing and equipping the assault units for embarkation began in April. It followed, in general, the pattern worked out in British exercises in the fall of 1943 which broke down the mounting into a series of movements bringing the troops successively nearer embarkation and at the same time providing for their equipment and assault organization.

Unless the troops were already stationed near the south coast of England, they were moved first to concentration areas where they received special equipment, waterproofed their vehicles, and lost certain administrative overhead considered unessential during the assault. The second move would bring the troops to marshaling areas located close to the embarkation points. There, final supplies were to be issued for the voyage, maps distributed, briefing for the operation accomplished, and the units broken down into boatloads to await the final move down to the ships.

The 438th AAA AW BN was already stationed near the south coast of England, and therefore did not participate in the first move to concentration areas.

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Location of Sherborne, Dorset, UK
Near the South Coast

07 May, 1944 (to her Mother)

V-MAIL

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 578 % Postmaster, N.Y.

England

Sunday, 7 May, 1944

Happy Mother’s Day – Mother!

I do wish I could be home to say that to you in person. I always enjoyed saying it to Mother and I would have a double pleasure now. Well – maybe next year.

I enjoyed your last letter very much, as I do all the letters I receive from you – and believe me – I do appreciate them. I’ll show you how much when I get back. Meanwhile I do feel that I’m getting to know and love my new set of parents for their thoughtfulness and sincerity towards me. I couldn’t wish for anything better!

Best regards to the family – and to you – again – my sincerest wishes for a pleasant Mothers’ day with many more to come.

Love

Greg

07 May, 1944

V-MAIL

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 578 % Postmaster, N.Y.

England

7 May, 1944       2000

Dearest sweetheart –

I’ve had a long, hard day – mentally hard, at any rate – and I just didn’t feel like writing a letter right now. I suppose I’d have to tell you sometime so I might as well now. It concerns Charlie. He is no longer with us, having been transferred as of today. I can’t tell you exactly why except to say for psychiatric reasons. The whole thing was messy, and frankly has been for some time – but it came to a head this week-end and has finally been taken care of – for the good of the outfit I think. Anyway it has been upsetting because we were together for 20 months and I was sorry to lose him. All else is O.K. darling and I sure could stand some of your love and affection right now, dear. Best regards to the folks. Will write tomorrow.

All my love for now

Greg

06 May, 1944

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 578 % Postmaster, N.Y.

England

6 May, 1944       0900

Good morning, Sweetheart –

Another early start in the day to tell you I love you and miss you dearly. Now that is not a very newsy way to start a letter, darling, but you’ll excuse it I know – especially when you realize how true it is. Gosh, dear, I’ve missed you these past few days and nights, and with this moon approaching fullness – well you know what I mean. The longer you are my fiancée the more I want to be married to you – so gather for yourself, sweetheart, how I’m going to feel when I get home. I’m just going to love you so hard, so continuously and so exhaustingly that one or both of us will yell “uncle” and have to rest – i.e. for about 10 minutes. Well this is early in the day to be thinking about such things, dear – but it’s really good anytime of the day.

Yesterday – no letter from you and just one from Eleanor. Every now and then I ask Eleanor for a periodic report on my bank balance. I never know what it is because I don’t get my bank statements mailed to me. I was pleased to see I still had a checking account, dear – so what would you like that I could get for you? I haven’t bought you a thing since I’ve been in England – although the fact is that I have looked. But if I had some idea of what you’d like, I might have more success.

By the way, I finally got the colored etchings I wrote you about. They’re all packed – but I’m waiting for some wrapping paper which is rather scarce around here. I’m sending them to you – and it’s a set of six, horse and gig scenes and the set is about 100 years old. They’ll go well in a den or a cocktail room – or anywhere else you might want to put them, and the size – with frame – is about the size of this page. Anyway, dear, I hope you like them, but if not, we can think later – what we’ll do with them.

Say, darling, were you kidding when you said you thought the Castle was a hospital, and when you asked if I were doing any surgery? The Castle is a castle and is being used only to live in. As for surgery, dear, I don’t even know what the word means any longer. When I left practice – I was doing my share of assisting and by this time, had I stayed in practice – I’d probably be doing pretty well at it. I haven’t done a thing to further it in 22 months – and there’s no question, dear, that when I came back I’ll have to decide whether to open up immediately and take my chances on how much surgery I will eventually be allowed to do at the Hospital, or to arbitrarily spend some time at a teaching clinic, freshen up and then insist that I be put on the Junior Surgical Staff again – because I know that there will be problem along those lines when we all get back – but hell – I’m not going to worry about that now.

Well, sweetheart, I’ll stop now. I hope your throat is completely cured by now and stay well. Love to the folks and

All my love to you, darling

Greg

* TIDBIT *

about Canadian Airmen Successes and
Flight Lieutenant Robert "Bob" Kipp

This report was printed in Ottawa on May 6, 1944 by the Canadian Press:

CANADIAN AIRMEN HAD A GREAT WEEK, SUMMARY SHOWS

Aircraft of the R.C.A.F. bomber group pounded targets in three countries in the last week, while Spitfire and Typhoon fighter-bombers made slashing attacks on pinpoint targets and Canadian airmen participated in combined air-sea operations against enemy naval units, the R.C.A.F. said last night in its weekly summary of overseas operations.

Canadian-built Lancaster heavy bombers made their initial operational appearance during the week. Wednesday other aircraft of the R.C.A.F. bomber group pounded Friedrichshafen in Germany and railway yards at Montzen, Belgium, and Aulmoye, France. Aulmoye, was the principal R.C.A.F. target for the night, and attracted Canadian-built Lancasters.

Halifaxes mined enemy waters meantime and an R.C.A.F. Mosquito about to attack an aircraft as it prepared to land at Crois Demetz airfield in France saw the enemy pilot lose control of his aircraft, ground-loop and burst into flames.

Two R.C.A.F. Spitfires on patrol over northern France Monday attacked a transport flying close to the ground, and saw it crash aflame.

But news of the famed City of Edmonton Intruder Squadron took the limelight during the week, with Sqdn. Ldr. Robert Allen "Bob" Kipp, of Kamloops, B.C., and his navigator, F/O P. Huletsky, of Montreal, blasting four of Germany's front-line aircraft out of the sky during an offensive patrol deep into the heart of the Reich Wednesday, establishing a new mark for the number of aircraft destroyed in a single night's patrol.

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Black Rufe - Kipp and Huletsky's Mosquito
shows off it's score

Bob Kipp had already accomplished quite a bit in the skies. In London, on February 19, 1944 it was reported that:

R.C.A.F. Mosquito bombers on an intruder patrolling operation last night destroyed two Messerschmitt 410's over an enemy base in northern France, R.C.A.F. headquarters here announced today. All Canadian planes returned safely from the patrol. Both enemy planes were credited to Flight-Lieut. Bob Kipp, of Kamloops, B.C. His pilot (Navigator - ed) was F/O (Peter) Huletsky, of Montreal.

On April 14th, 1944 it was reported that:

S/L R. Kipp of Kamloops, B.C., and F/O J. Caine, Edmonton, kept up the blazing hot pace of the City of Edmonton Mosquito squadron today, destroying four enemy aircraft in the air and leaving three others aflame on the ground in patrol of more than 1,000 miles to Copenhagen and back.

On May 3rd, 1944 it was reported that:

While the swift Mosquitoes visited Germany for the first time this month, Allied intruders, including the R.C.A.F. City of Edmonton Squadron, swept over the Continent as far as Munch and shot down five German planes. Four of them were downed by one Canadian Mosquito crew, Squadron-Ldr. Bob Kipp, of Kamloops, B.C., and his navigator, F/O Peter Huletsky, of Montreal, setting a record for this type of night operation.

Here is a list of Kipp's victories in the skies throughout the war:

12 December 1943   - 15/15 January 1944 18/19 February 1944    22/23 March 1944 14 April 1944   -   - 28 April 1944 3 May 1944 15 May 1944 14 June 1944 23 March 1945   -   -   - 12 April 1945   -   -

1/2 He.111 1/2 He.111 one Me.210 two Me.410s one unIDd e/a two Ju.52s two Do.217s one Do.217 one unID e/a four FW.190s one He.177 one He.111 two Ju.88s one FW.190 three unIDd e/a    one Ju.290 one Me.410 one Ju.88 one Ju.88

destroyed probable damaged destroyed damaged destroyed destroyed damaged damaged destroyed damaged destroyed destroyed destroyed damaged damaged destroyed destroyed damaged

(He=Heinkel; Me=Messerschmitt; unID=unidentified;
JU=Junkers; Do=Dornier; FW=Fock-Wulf)


14 July 1949 - Kipp, a proud member of the Blue Devils,
poses in front of a Vampire.

Eleven days later, on the 25th, he would die
while practicing aerobatics in one.

05 May, 1944

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 578 % Postmaster, N.Y.

England

5 May, 1944        0900

My dearest sweetheart –

Due to a recent change in the hours of our sick-call, I find myself with more free time these past few mornings – and so I’m taking advantage of it. Yesterday, dear, the mail was very light and I was one of the few to get any mail at all. I got a V-mail from you – April 23rd, and finally one from Stan – April 5th – and I hate to say this, darling, but I’m disgusted with him. It was nothing particular in the letter, but the whole tone just wasn’t friendly. He said he had been too busy to congratulate me before this – 25 days after we were engaged. That’s a lot of hooey and don’t think I don’t know it. When Stan wants to be thoughtful – he can be – at the expense of his job or anything else. His whole attitude towards me has changed and although he tried to sound friendly in his letter, he missed by a wide margin.

Well, darling, starting with this past week the officers have been having calisthenics on the lawn at the side of the castle at 0630. I had been playing squash and getting into shape and told the colonel I thought it would be a good idea if we all got pepped up. He agreed and suggested the above – and so we’re doing it. The colonel is out every morning, too – so no one can kick. One of our officers was a football coach and he really puts us through the ropes. But I got over the sore muscle stage some time ago and I’ve enjoyed it. Every morning about a dozen officers come up to ask me if I didn’t think the exercise was too strenuous before breakfast, etc. etc. and right now we’re divided into two big groups – those that do and those that don’t. All in all we manage to have some fun.

Last night I went to the movies – for the first time in a long while – at a neighboring town. The picture was “And the Angels Sing” – with Hutton, Lamour and MacMurray. It was light and served its purpose.

Say – whoever told you you’d spoil me by writing me nice things, darling? And even if we are engaged! I love to have you tell me how you feel, dear, and it will not spoil me, I can assure you. As for spoiling you – well, darling – I suppose you’ll be quick to add that I don’t tell you enough; maybe I don’t but if you haven’t gathered by now, sweetheart, that you are and will be the only girl in the world for me, that I love you as deeply as I know how, and that you occupy my mind always – then dear – you need glasses and a stimulation of the senses! I miss you dear and everything about you, and dream only of my return – so that I can marry you, live with you, and enjoy life with you. Boy oh boy! Will I ever appreciate you! To be a civilian again and come and go as I like, do what I want – when I want to – that’s something that becomes a little bit inconceivable after you’ve been in the Army awhile – but I think I’m the type that will become easily – oh so easily acclimatized.

All for now darling. Best love to the folks.

All my love is yours, dear

Greg

* TIDBIT *

about And the Angels Sing

Answers.com once had this to say about the movie:

And The Angels Sing is an odd smorgasbord of musical-comedy and romance -- part screwball comedy, part backstage musical, part pop music showcase. Dorothy Lamour, Betty Hutton, Diana Lynn, and Mimi Chandler play, respectively, Nancy Angel, Bobby Angel, Josie Angel, and Patti Angel, the four daughters of widowered inventor/farmer "Pop" Angel (Raymond Walburn). All four daughters have ambitions as artists, writers etc. But they're only good at the one thing they've actually been trained to do, i.e. singing -- which they hate doing, especially together. The four desire independence from each other, but lack the means to achieve it, all of which wears on their loving but long-suffering father, who only wants to get enough money together to buy a small soybean farm. When Bobby ropes them into singing for a band led by Happy Marshall Fred MacMurray, the fur really begins to fly -- Happy puts the romantic moves on Nancy before he realizes she's part of the singing act he's booked; but it's Bobby who managed to fall in love with him.

Matters get even more complicated when the Angel sisters, presenting an act worthy of the Andrews Sisters, go over well with the audience. And that's before Happy is forced by circumstances to cheat the girls not only out of the $40 they earned, but the $190 that Bobby won. Misunderstanding and mistakes pile up on top of each other as the Angel sisters follow Happy to Brooklyn, get him tossed out of the club he's booked in, lose him his band, and reduce him and his partner Fuzzy Johnson (Eddie Foy, Jr.) to doing an embarrassing singing waiter act (for coins tossed to them), all in a quest to return the girls' money. In the process, the Angel sisters display loyalty and devotion to each other, and a strength in numbers and unity that's only undone by their own father. The music is entertaining, though the title song (a 1939 hit by Benny Goodman) is only heard as an instrumental performed by Happy's band -- Betty Hutton's scatting is one highlight, and the Angel sisters' act is fun as well. Some of the better comic bits, apart from Raymond Walburn's blustery expressions of temper, include the backstage antics of Happy and his band; a great extended bit based on Brooklyn dialect featuring Dorothy Lamour and Frank Faylen (as Herman...er...Hoiman); and the slapstick bits involving the girls fending off various men.

In the July 13th, 1944 issue of The New York Times, Bosley Crowther wrote this review of the music:

Best of the songs are Miss Hutton's. She blows her top comically with "Bluebirds in My Belfry" and "His Rocking Horse Ran Away"—the latter a wild and wistful scat-song from the mother of a harumscarum kid. (If the whole show were up to this number, it would be a sensational affair.) Miss Lamour sings one ballad rather archly and the four girls do nicely with a tune that bears the philosophical title of "Knocking on Your Own Front Door." Mr. MacMurray's "My Heart's Wrapped Up in Gingham" might better have been left unsung.

Here is Betty Hutton performing "His Rocking Horse Ran Away".



And also performing "Bluebirds in My Belfry" on YouTube. It's fun!

04 May, 1944

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 578 % Postmaster, N.Y.

England

4 May, 1944        0930

Dearest sweetheart –

Yes – in answer to a recent question.

Well – darling – I got some more mail last night, the 19th, 25th and 27th of April, as well as two letters from my dad and a postcard from him, too. The service is really excellent these days and it certainly does help dear to make you seem closer to me – and that’s what I desire more than anything else in the world.

Darling you ask me if I love you and only you. I’m sure you’re asking because you like to hear it and not because you wonder. There’s no one I love – sweetheart – but you, and you shouldn’t have the slightest doubt at all. But I’m sure you haven’t. I know, dear, I may not tell you often enough – but you cannot help but realize that every thing I do, think, dream or plan – concerns you and me and our future together. Never forget that.

And while I’m on the subject, dear, I want to mention something you brought up in a recent letter – about rings, engagements and pledges. Darling – you misinterpreted my use of the word ‘pledge’; it does not mean ‘obligation’ to me, but rather a vow. Of course a ring doesn’t mean a thing in terms of obligation – but can’t you see that ring or no ring, the one thing I want to do when I come back is to marry you – and pronto! Now will you please take any other silly notions you have, open the window and throw them out – and furthermore, dear fiancée – I don’t want you to ever write like that again – even in passing!

Now – where was I? Oh – my father’s letters were very nice. They consisted entirely of you and how much my family loved you. They’re so pleased with everything and with you and your affection to them – that they’re really and truly happy. And my father is thrilled at your calling him “Daddy”. Darling I’m so glad that you get along so well with my folks; it makes things so nice and I know it helps them forget a little – that I’m away. But what’s this about kissing my father so often?? Incidentally – my father mentioned that you had a “cold”. He made it sound very casual – as if not to worry me. I probably wouldn’t have suspected anything if I didn’t receive your letter telling me about your sore throat. You do seem to have a sensitive throat, dear – but after we’ve been together awhile, darling, I’m certain you’ll get some of my immunity.

I was interested in your account of Verna’s party. Thirty-five people must have crowded that little apartment, it seems to me, but I’d love to have made it 36. So Herb Fanger is still at Salem? He’s lucky to have stayed so long. He happened to hit us when we were short of pathologists – and the Hospital has just continued to defer him. It’s a lucky break for him because he’s been able to continue his training and when he gets through he’ll certainly have something like a specialist’s rating. Well – sour grapes – or no – the fact is I’d rather be in this war than not.

Well, Sweetheart, that’s all for now. I’ve got a little work to do – still at the Dispensary. Remember darling that I love you very very much and always will. Love to the folks.

All my love forever, dear

Greg

* TIDBIT *

about The Extremely Good Fortune of Jack Worsford

On the night of May 3rd into May 4th of 1944, 346 Lancasters, 14 Mosquitos and 2 Pathfinder Mosquitos of the RAF were on a mission to bomb a German military camp situated close to the French village of Mailly-le-Camp. The control of this raid in the target area failed to operate according to plan. The initial low-level markers were accurate and were well backed up by Lancaster marker aircraft. The 'Marker Leader', Wing Commander Cheshire, ordered the Main Force to come in and bomb. However, the 'Main Force Controller', Wing Commander LC Deane, could not transmit the order to do so to the waiting Lancasters because his VHF radio set was being drowned by an American forces broadcast, and his wireless transmitter was wrongly tuned. German fighters arrived during the delay and bomber casualties were heavy.

The main attack eventually started when the Deputy Controller, Squadron Leader ENM Sparks, took over. Approximately 1,500 tons of bombs were dropped with great accuracy. 114 barrack buildings, 47 transport sheds and some ammunition buildings in the camp were hit; 102 vehicles, including 37 tanks, were destroyed. The night-fighter attacks continued over the target and on the return route. Among the aircraft shot down was that of Squadron Leader Sparks, who had stayed over the target to the end. Sparks evaded capture and soon returned to England. The squadrons of No 1 Group, which made up the second wave of the attack, suffered the most casualties - 28 aircraft out of their 173 dispatched. No 460 (Australian) Squadron, from Binbrook, lost 5 out of its 17 Lancasters on the raid. A total of 42 Lancasters (11.6 percent of the force) were lost.

It was on this mission that Sgt. Jack Worsfold, aged 19, was a tail-gunner on a Lancaster of 101 Squadron out of Ludford Magna. Jack’s Lancaster, SR-Z, had just bombed the target when they were attacked by an ME-110 and riddled with cannon fire. Jack heard his (23-year old pilot) John Alexander Keard’s order to abandon the aircraft, but on exiting his turret he found his parachute pack destroyed. At that point the Lancaster broke up and Jack fell to earth trapped in the tail section. He woke up lying in a gorse bush a few feet from the wreckage. It seems that the tail had broken away and spiralled the 7,500 ft to the ground, crashing through power lines and fir trees before coming to a rest in some gorse near the village of Aubeterre, 10 miles south of Mailly. Miraculously, Jack had survived this fall without the aid of his parachute. Too badly injured to escape, he was rescued and looked after by a local French doctor before being captured by the Germans and taken away to captivity. The rest of Jack’s crewmates died in the crash. Jack was one of only two survivors of the 39 aircrew in five Lancasters lost by 101 Squadron that night.

More than 300 airmen failed to return that night, of whom 258 were killed; most of those killed are buried in the cemeteries of villages surrounding Mailly-le-camp. Recognizing that they lost their lives in the fight for the freedom we all enjoy today, these communities honour the dead airmen and care for their graves as if they were their own sons. On each anniversary of the raid; the local citizens including many school children and young people, the French Army, and representatives of the Resistance- many of whom assisted RAF evaders; attend a series of services, organised by the French "L'Association Mailly 3/4 mai 1944", which culminates in a military parade on the French Army base at the memorial erected by L'Association Mailly.

British and Commonwealth veterans, relatives of the fallen, and other supporters are made very welcome and seek to participate in these events to honour, not only the aircrew and French people who died in the raid, but also the gallant French Resistants who risked - and in some cases, lost- their lives helping survivors who came down in France. Jack's pilot, John Heard was buried in the Dieppe Canadian War Cemetary with the rest of his crew.  But Jack Worsfold, RAF Bomber Command veteran, passed away on the 18th December 2006 at the age of 81.

03 May, 1944

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 578 % Postmaster, N.Y.

England

3 May, 1944        1020

My dearest darling –

I got three – no four letters from you last night, in addition to one from Mother B. They were all from the middle of the month of April – 14-17. One was mailed from Salem, and frankly, sweetheart, if you hadn’t reminded me to look at the post-mark, I would have missed it entirely. I recognize your handwriting and usually just tear right into your letters. And the letter postmarked ‘Salem’ had no mention of being in Salem. I haven’t received the letter describing your trip there – if you did go.

Darling, I do love your expressions of love – as I’m sure you realize – and when you write like that, I understand how you feel, too. You say I’m no way near as affectionate as you dear, but if I were you – I wouldn’t bet any money on it! If you mean I don’t express my affections as easily as you – you may be right – but we’ll have a fair and square contest – when the time comes, darling – and may I suggest, – no holds barred! I can already see myself crowned champ – so you see how much confidence I have in myself.

Seriously, though – sweetheart – I think you got to love me as much for my lack of expression as for it – although that sounds contradictory. What I mean is that with what I did express you grew to love me. That expression has developed, I think, but I still could do a better job with you right near me, darling. The fact is though that I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved before and that successfully or not – I try to tell you that over and over again. If it were possible for you to follow me when I’m thinking of you – you’d know what I mean. I miss you and need you in every sense of the word, darling, but I try not to write you that too often – because it makes it a little more difficult to take. As for “lovin’” – well baby – what you need is what I need too – and – well you know, darling – you can’t put that into words!

Your mention of Ruth having a D and C was a surprise to me – although it shouldn’t be. The fact is that women do have those things done to them. No one at home had intimated anything like that – but I do hope everything went well and she’s home safely. I enjoy every mention you make of your getting along so well with my family, darling. It couldn’t have been any more perfect – because if we hadn’t had the support of our parents – we’d never have progressed so well and so far. And the fact that you feel they are sincere is what I like best of all – because I know they are and I’m glad you know it too. They do love you – all of them – but as I wrote before, Sweetheart – you are so easy to love anyway. As to your folks – dear, I haven’t the slightest doubt at all how I’ll feel about them; I know how I feel already. I’m really proud of them as in-laws and they’ve been wonderful to me. I certainly will try to make them love me as a son. I know I’ll love them as true parents.

Well – darling, I must stop now. I’m still at the Dispensary – and something has turned up. Never wonder for a minute – about my love for you, dear. It is strong, honest and sincere – and will always be so – you’ll see. For now – love to the folks – and

All my love is yours forever, dear

Greg